Not Likely

Words are Exchanged

I think by now you'd agree with me when I say that I am good with words.

Sure, most of the time words get me into trouble, but the same words get me out of them so I guess something must be said for that.

But in the current scenario where my own parents got an eyefull of their daughter doing things that are never meant for their eyes, I had nothing to say.

I was blanking out because this was the kind of worse-case scenario that I wouldn't even wish upon my mortal enemy.

Dhruv on the other hand seemed to decide that he'd be the first one to make a move. He walked up to the door in front of which my parents stood, and pulled out his keys. The three of us were just super red faced and silent as we heard the door open before he stepped in and held it open for us. "Please come in", he said pleasantly.

Well, well, well. Look whose flawless media training came in handy. Dhruv looked as calm as a cucumber, you'd almost think he wasn't making out with me in front of my parents!

Speaking of parents...

Ma's eyes were bloodshot. She had clearly been crying for a while, and the kerchief she was holding in her clenched fist indicated a full on weep fest. Dad on the other hand looked like a thief in a line up. He refused to meet my eyes, and his skin was flushed- whether it was from anger or from deep embarrassment was a mystery to me.

Both of them looked at each other and then walked in, while I traipsed after them, feeling the air thicken with tension.

This was the LAST THING I wanted for today.

A showdown between my parents and I IN DHRUV'S HOUSE.

Honestly, I was feeling like this day would never end. Here I was, super tapped out of the things I could take, about to have some nice distraction from it when my birth-givers arrive at the doorstep, not realizing the extent of their cock-blocking abilities.

I mean, can't the hysterics wait for a day? I had no more tears!

I was like a johnson's baby shampoo. All I could do was stare at them with dead, tearless eyes as they looked back at me like I was somehow responsible for the birth and death of their sanity.

My parents took a seat on the massive couch. I chose to remain standing as I looked away from them and at Dhruv.

He was facing me and raised an eyebrow with a Want-to-tell-me-what's-going-on look for which I replied with a subtle Things-are-going-to-get-loud-here widening of my eye. He responded with a small Is-this-why-you're-sad furrowing of eyebrows which I confirmed with a small nod.

We've become good with non-verbal conversations, you know. Helps to keep the work quarrelling at bay.

"First of all, I'm not judging" both of us looked back at Ma who was looking at us with a tepid smile on her face. "I completely get it- you're young, he's young- both of you are going to get married- I can understand. We're a modern family, I can understand."

Oh. No.

Now Dhruv looked like he was about to burst out laughing because he caught my classic Drag-me-into-the-ground-this-instant look of pure embarrassment.

"Ma no it wasn't-" I began, my tongue oddly feeling like it was 100 kg heavy.

"Arey, it is fine. It's with him only no. If it was someone else I'd be- anyway, that is not the reason we came here." she said, looking intently at me as my expression went back to being guarded.

"Won't you sit down?" she asked, gesturing towards the empty chair.

Nervous, I took the seat, determined to remain calm and collected atleast in this conversation.